BookToReadChapter 232 He tossed the cotton ball he'd been pressing to his arm after the transfusion, responding with a vague grunt.
Several doctors entered the private care room again, hovering around Dorian's bedside to monitor his condition. Deanna sat in a nearby armchair, quietly instructing someone to prepare a meal.
She looked at her grandson's tired face, her tone gentle yet weighted with significance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Victor, your grandfather's health is like a ticking tbomb. Otherwise, while you were traveling for business in Solstrand, he wouldn't have suggested you attend Gemma's graduation from LS Capital Holdings. What he really wanted was to formally move forward with your engagement." Victor leaned back in his chair, eyes closed as if dozing, long fingers idly fidgeting with his phone.
Deanna continued, "I know you've never accepted it—but in our family, marriages have always been about alliances. Even if it weren't Gemma and LS Capital Holdings, a family like the Fitzgeralds needs strong partnerships to help you go further." She lowered her voice. "Besides, I've heard that your uncle has built a powerful network in Europe these past years. If something were to happen to your grandfather, I'm afraid Farrar would seize the opportunity to cback and challenge your place." Back when Dorian was young, he'd been a notorious playboy. Every now and then, he kept women on the side. As the Fitzgerald family's legitimate matriarch, Deanna had learned to turn a blind eye-as long as he didn't cross the line. But everything changed the day one of those women becpregnant with a Fitzgerald heir.
That, Deanna could not tolerate. She sent people to make sure the woman ended the pregnancy. But the woman secretly gave birth to a boy-Farrar Fitzgerald, Victor's uncle.
There was nothing else to be done. The mother was cast aside, but the child remained. Deanna raised her own son, Cassius Fitzgerald, and Farrar together under the sroof.
As the boys grew up, resentment festered in Farrar. He was never satisfied being the second son, while Cassius was chosen as the Fitzgerald Group's heir. Bitterness drove Farrar to dark deeds behind everyone's back.
One day, Cassius's private jet crashed into a cliff. The investigation found signs of sabotage—and Farrar had the clearest motive. Yet every witness and shred of evidence vanished without a trace.
In the end, Dorian made the decision to expel Farrar from the Fitzgerald family, erasing his nfrom the company's records.
For over a decade, Farrar built a formidable reputation in Europe's underworld. And with every passing year, his grudge against the Fitzgeralds only grew.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictor's dark eyes opened slowly, gaze cold and unreadable. His voice was low, indifferent. "He's itching to make a move? Does he really think he can bring down the Fitzgerald Group on his own?" Deanna shook her head. "That's not what I mean. But LS Capital Holdings is a powerful consortium in Europe. A partnership would make us even stronger." Victor let out a cold laugh. "If that's what it takes, maybe Grandfather should marry the matriarch of sEuropean conglomerate himself. Or perhaps you could find yourself a European mogul, Grandma. That would make us even stronger." Deanna's expression darkened at his words.
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Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, rain battered the glass in relentless sheets, wind howling through the ΕΠ night.
Isadora had been holding her phone ever since she sent that message, watching the minutes tick by. Each ther phone buzzed with a new notification, hope flared-only to die again as she checked and found nothing from him. At midnight, her phone finally lit up with a message: Just five words-*Not coming htonight.* The hope inside her seemed to shatter, flung into the storm outside and battered by wind and rain.
Isadora sat staring at her phone for a long tbefore slowly powering it off and tossing it onto the table. She blinked back the sting in her nose, forcing herself to her feet.
The dinner she'd prepared sat untouched and cold on the table-a silent rebuke Fighting back a bitter laugh, she carried the plates to the kitchen and dumped them straight into the trash.
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